It’s days before they trust me enough to be alone.

Sitting at my desk, in the room they gave me, I stare out of the window. My mind replays the last moments of my life over and over again as I desperately try to hold onto it all.

The need to remember who it is I have to protect at all cost and why drives my efforts.

Vera’s whispered words of love.

Royce’s whispered promise, “She’s next.”

And everything in between, even though I wish I could forget those memories – they’re all too tightly linked to risk losing them.